tales from the jail...today.

me: how many kids do you have?
inmate: a whole bunch of them.
me: where do you live?
inmate: everywhere.
me: who can i call to verify your information?
inmate: jesus.

and then he says "please try and get me out of here right away."

nope, can't do it. you gave no concrete information and i'm sorry, jesus doesn't accept phone calls.

it's a good thing i do my interviews in the jail chapel, sounds like jesus is expecting his "call."